Chapter 141
Chapter 141
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 141
Chapter Title: Chapter 8 - Meeting
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-Crunch... crunch...
-Munch munch
-Gulp
I picked up some food with my chopsticks, shoved it into my mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
It was the simplest act in the world, something humans had to do to survive and something I'd done countless times before. But right now, in this situation, I could barely even feel what I was eating—it was that overwhelming.
I wasn't even sure if I was swallowing properly.
If you asked why I was so distracted, most people would say they'd be in the exact same state if they were in my shoes.
"So, which one is it?"
Across the table sat two women glaring daggers at each other while fixing me with intense stares.
With silky black hair and mysterious blue locks swirling in my vision, how many men could possibly keep their sanity intact?
At the very least, I sure as hell couldn't.
...How the hell did it come to this?
To explain this mess, I'd have to go back to what happened this morning.
-Tremble... tremble...
"Ughhh..."
"If it's that hard to move, why not just stay in bed?"
"I'll stiffen up..."
I was dragging my shaky body along today too, using the wall for support just to get by.
As you can probably guess, the reason my body was in this state was the intense lovemaking that had gone on all night.
Instead of forgiving me for my affair(?) with Yeo Socheon, Dang Ayoung had demanded—and fully executed—the exact same session with her.
The highlight, the electric stimulation, was something only Yeo Socheon could do, so she couldn't replicate that. But she'd succeeded in mimicking the sensation with drugs instead.
And her technique mixed with irrumatio and paizuri on my hypersensitive, drugged-up body... it was insane.
[Y-Yes, yeees... I'm just a worthless little shrimp who can't think of anything but cock...!!]
Aaaahhh!!
-Whoosh whoosh
I shook my hand wildly to scatter the horrific memory from my head.
That wasn't me. It was someone else.
I was drugged out of my mind, unable to think straight, so it wasn't me.
I'd never say something like that.
Anyway, it wasn't me who said it.
As I clawed at my head, desperately rewriting my own memories, I caught sight of Dang Ayoung's back as she prepared breakfast.
With her hair tied up in a pure, innocent look, she seemed like the perfect picture of a newlywed bride setting the morning meal. It was hard to believe this was the same woman who'd tormented me all night like a sex-crazed demon.
Does she seriously have two personalities—one for day and one for night?
Who could look at her now and imagine the seductive vixen devouring her husband in bed?
I saw this every day, but I still couldn't get used to it.
"What're you staring at? Need a hand?"
-Flinch!
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb. You were gawking."
Dang Ayoung had turned her head at some point, narrowing her eyes and scolding me.
"Martial artists are sensitive to gazes. Especially if it's from the man they love."
"...Urk."
"Whoa, did your face just turn red?"
"N-no it didn't!"
"Guess you're weak to straightforward talk? Or is it because you just woke up?"
I averted my eyes from hers unnecessarily and fanned my face with my hand.
I'd thought my eyes had pierced the heavens after getting used to my master's beauty, but apparently the bond we'd built over time meant a lot.
It had been over two years and a few months since I met Dang Ayoung—not exactly a short time.
...Master.
It had been two years since I last heard her voice, but her face wasn't fading from memory yet.
We'd spent a decade holed up in the mountains, seeing only each other every single day.
And even if I tried to forget, that overwhelming beauty made it impossible.
Her looks were so stunning that the term "nation-toppling beauty" felt like an understatement. No man—or woman, for that matter—could forget her after one glance unless they had a serious head injury.
To put it concretely, she was the kind of beauty that even a merchant who'd met her as a guest two years ago would never forget, no matter how much time passed, and would desperately want to see again.
Of course, that was just a spur-of-the-moment analogy.
No way someone stuck in the mountains like me would meet a merchant.
...Man, what do I even do? It's really not long now.
My master's expected seclusion period was two and a half to three years.
We were at the point where it was right around the corner.
I had no intention of ghosting her and running off to the mountains like some trash while we were in this kind of relationship—and honestly, it wasn't even possible.
Even if I tried, she'd catch me by the scruff before I entered or drag me back home after.
...She's terrifying when she's mad.
I was probably doomed to get my ass spanked by an angry master.
I rubbed my butt, recalling the time I'd messed up and gotten punished before.
"...That bad? I thought you seemed worse than usual..."
Was she mistaking my reaction for the aftermath of last night?
Dang Ayoung approached me with a worried look.
"Come to think of it, you coughed in your sleep... Maybe you're coming down with something."
"N-no, it's not that serious..."
"You've got to live a long, long time from now on. Chronic illnesses are worse than dying young—they're called 'diseases of longevity' for a reason."
-Swish
Dang Ayoung came closer and placed her hand on my forehead.
I took a small step back, but I didn't refuse her touch entirely.
The real problem was elsewhere.
The height difference between Dang Ayoung and me was nearly a full head.
So when she leaned in to check my forehead, what naturally ended up right in front of my eyes was...
...
-Sizzle
Even wrapped in bandages, her breasts were impossible to hide—their sheer size filled my vision completely.
It was a sight that left nowhere for my eyes to go even on normal days, but after being squeezed between them multiple times last night, the stimulation hit way harder than usual.
I couldn't tear my gaze away; I just kept staring.
And Dang Ayoung sure as hell noticed.
"...Hm?"
-Jolt!
"N-nothing!! I wasn't thinking anything dirty!!"
Instinct kicked in—a flash of what was about to happen raced through my mind like a montage. I hugged myself and backed away.
And I knew she knew that too.
"What's wrong with that? It's morning—you're probably hard already anyway. Better take care of it once."
I knew no matter how much I resisted, I couldn't stop Dang Ayoung.
"We're family! We can't do that!"
"We're only engaged, so not family yet."
"Kyaaah!!"
"Come on, don't fight it. You loved it last night—crying tears of joy the whole time?"
As I backed away, she pushed me onto the fluffy bedding, then slipped between my legs.
Naturally, her breasts ended up right above my crotch.
"Th-this... ngh..."
"You like it anyway—why fight every time?"
-Rustle
"Eek!"
My pants were gone in an instant, like my resistance meant nothing. My dick, abused all night yesterday, sprang free.
"See? It's already standing at attention. You think I don't know how many mornings we've woken up together?"
"Urgh..."
Just like she said, my dick was rock-hard, like nothing had happened last night.
Her petite, delicate frame didn't match this monstrous stamina that was starting to scare me.
Did everything she ate turn into semen or something?
She wasn't growing taller or gaining weight, so maybe that was literally the case.
-Slide
"Alright, let's check your health while we're at it—I'll make you cum once."
Dang Ayoung lifted her clothes to expose her cleavage and slowly bent at the waist.
"If it hurts, your semen will be thinner than usual. Can't get more accurate than that, right?"
"..."
-Grip
I'd already accepted escape was impossible long ago.
Bracing for the pleasure to come, I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth.
-Schlurp
My glans vanished between her breasts.
Just like inserting into a woman's pussy—the tip parts the flesh first, then the shaft follows, gradually increasing the pleasure's reach.
"Ngh... mmph..."
-Buck! Buck!
It was just crossing a lump of flesh not meant for reproduction, but my hips bucked like I was thrusting into actual pussy, trying to shove my dick even deeper.
If anything, my reaction was more intense than real insertion.
-Slap
"Eek♥"
Finally, her breasts collided with my pubic bone, and a dumb moan escaped my lips at the same time.
"Haa... haaa..."
"...Does it really feel that good? It's just this..."
"D-don't talk to me."
I clamped my mouth shut, barely swallowing the rising pleasure.
I couldn't speak, but I was thinking the exact same thing as her.
How could something that's not even pussy feel this amazing?
It was just flesh.
"Ngh..."
I'd thought I had resistance to women's breasts since I saw them every day—hell, I slept buried in them sometimes—but apparently not.
-Twitch twitch
Even now, trapped between those breast walls, my dick twitched on its own, practically begging for more stimulation.
The moment they enveloped me, it was like it had been waiting to blow its load—and I was barely holding it back.
"Huuu..."
If I could just let the stimulation die down a bit, then move properly...
-Bang!!
"I've been calling from outside forever—why won't you open?!"
The door flew open with a crash, and a familiar voice rang out.
Childlike yet mystical.
"I know you're in there, so why pretend you're... not..."
We locked eyes with Yeo Socheon, who'd forced her way in.
For a moment, dead silence filled the house.
No one dared speak—a silence that lasted about a full minute.
"Ah, uh! W-wait a sec? Ah, no—hi!"
Dang Ayoung panicked, stumbling over her words as she tried to get up.
"W-wait, if you move now—"
In the process, her breasts squished together, sending undeniable stimulation through the dick trapped inside.
-Spurt splurt
"Ah... hn..."
The load I'd been barely holding back erupted right then.
And in Yeo Socheon's eyes as we met gazes—pure contempt.
-Splurt spurt splurt
The continued spurts were probably inevitable anyway.
That's what I told myself.